Gecko My Friend!

How could I forget? Who am I not to remember? As the little boy marched on with a gecko as pet, Determined to let it go, by mid-September, He took it away from the ornamental cage, Covered it with a colorful piece of Chinese satin. He started climbing up the mountain, covered with sage. Gecko, to him, has always been a pet so special. As day time vanished and dusk settled, Little boy marched on, the journey half conquered, Never has he felt that his time was wasted, Gecko was worth all these hours being accumulated. Once he had reached the enchanted place, Right there amongst the tulips and lilies, Under the watchful eyes of space, With the moon and stars as accessories. “There you go gecko”! “Here you won’t feel in abandon!” Little boy glanced at his friend with tears in his eyes. “I won’t forget you as long as my name is Brandon!” He hugged his gecko tightly, and whispered farewell under the skies. …… But the night was falling and Brandon had to leave…